Patriatte: The Wolfforts are a blight upon this land—a blight I will see cleansed!
Symon: Your treachery ends here, Patriatte! On my house's honor, I swear...
Benedict: We must bring this conflict to a close. Lord Symon is in no condition to fight.
Erador: Come what may, I have to see that Lord Symon and the boy live!
Serenoa: Patriatte and his ilk must die! Keep my father alive at all costs!
Patriatte: I see you know not when to quit.
Patriatte: You're holding Glenbrook back, Wolffort!
Patriatte: I pray this was not my only chance to destroy them... I shan't make the mistake of underestimating them again!
Benedict: What a disgrace, to be felled by such trifling wounds...
Symon: Withdraw yourself at once, Benedict! I trust none other to look after my son!
Benedict: Be safe, my lord...
Erador: I always said I'd lay down my life to protect Lord Symon... And today...I might just...
Symon: I order you to retreat, Erador! Who else could serve as Serenoa's shield?
Erador: But they'll overrun—ngh, yes milord!
Serenoa: This can't be happening!
Symon: Save your strength, Serenoa. House Wolffort needs a leader.
Serenoa: ...As you wish.
Symon: No, I cannot fall here! It is not my time!
Symon: Nngh! Why tonight, of all nights?
Symon: And so I make my peace with death...
Serenoa: Stay with us, Father! I will come to your aid!
Symon: How fortunate I've been...to have you for a son, Serenoa...
Serenoa: No! Don't leave me now!
